This episode was originally posted by Xyzzy in 2012. I will remove if the original author requests its removal.
"Mmmm, take off your dress my little Sally", Roberto whispered into Mark's ear after breaking off a very passionate kiss.
Mark had thought it would be a simple task to get Roberto to touch the medallion strapped to his inner thigh. He hadn't planned on passionate kisses that curled his toes and made him shudder in lust. Struggling to clear his thoughts, Mark realized that he dare not take off the dress that covered little but it did cover the medallion. At least not until he had a whole lot more of Roberto's skin exposed first. Telling himself that he must perform this unpleasant task, Mark began nuzzling the nape of Roberto's neck while slowly drifting his now delicate feminine fingers down Roberto's marvelous abs.
Mark gasped when he felt Roberto's hands completely engulf his now delicate little neck. The momentary terror of knowing that he was utterly helpless to defend himself became a bizarre mixture of relief and lust as those same powerful hands caressed downward across his bare shoulders, sliding into the top of his dress and smoothly popping his very large tits free. Mark shuddered anew as he kissed his way down Roberto's chest and blindly fumbled with Roberto's pants, losing finger coordination every time Roberto squeezed Mark's tits and rolled his nipples.
Practically bent in half, Mark kissed and nibbled around Roberto's naval in order to bring both hands to bare in his effort to get Roberto's pants off. Concentration became easier when Roberto stopped fondling Mark's breasts and shifted to lightly caressing his bare back. At last, Mark smiled in success as the damned pants fastener was released and Roberto's pants dropped to the ground. Instead of the expected underwear, Mark was greeted with a very large erection that nestled perfectly into the cleavage of his now dangling tits in his bent over position. This was Marks opportunity. All he needed to do now was a leg over leg, like a stripper climbing a pole. Attempting to straighten up, Mark found that Roberto's sensuous caresses instantly became an iron grip. Fear again pulsed through Mark as he corralled his own breasts in an attempt to titty-fuck Roberto's erection. Mark relaxed a little when he thought that it was working but shortly realized that Roberto was allowing less and less upward return with each oscillation. Even this pretense was abandoned when Mark felt the iron grip shift to the back of his neck and head and lock him into position with his lips pressed firmly against the head of Roberto's erection.
Accepting the impossibility of fighting, Mark opened his lips and let Roberto's shaft slide partially into his mouth. Halfway expecting to gag, Mark was pleasantly surprised. Mark pretended he was sucking a sour lollipop at first. Of course it didn't taste like a lollipop, but it didn't taste bad, slightly salty but not bad. Nor was it hard. It's referred to as hard but it's actually warm and padded on the tip. It was also interestingly responsive Mark discovered as he developed a vested interest in what he was doing. His sucks and tongue motions elicited throbs and pulses. It was actually fun! He found that going down further brought the warm padded head to the beginning of his throat where it pulsed in a weirdly delightful manner. Going a little further enhanced the effect.
Roberto completely released his grip as he reveled in the delight of a woman on fire.
Mark was reaching the bottom of the shaft with every plunge. His lips pressed against the base with nowhere further to go. The pliable head and thick shaft filling his throat and making him feel that he needed to swallow while simultaneously making it impossible to do so. Maybe this time he thought as he repeated the process again and again, encouraged by the increasing throbs and pulses. Maybe this time ... maybe this time ... maybe this time ... maybe this time. In a frenzy of excitement, Mark kept at it until at last he locked his lips tightly around the throbbing base and felt the warm pulsing blasts deep in his throat, letting him swallow without swallowing. Strangely there was no taste that far down his throat. Only when he slurped his way back up the softening shaft did he get a little salty burst.
Mark looked up and rose slowly. Roberto's hands on his shoulders did not resist. Finally fully standing with his unencumbered boobs pressed against Roberto's bare chest, Mark craned his head upward as if for a kiss, only to have Roberto look away from his sticky wet lips. Smiling, Mark slowly raised his leg in a sensuous climb up Roberto's bare leg.
